These are not my words—a friend shared this with me when I first began to make significant changes in my approach to life. Unfortunately, I don’t have the source, but I’ve found this to be exceedingly helpful. I hope it’s meaningful to you.
LOVE AND TRUST
"If you...

Sonnets to Orpheus, Part Two, XII(translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Maey)Want the change. Be inspired by the flamewhere everything shines as it disappears.The artist, when sketching, loves nothing so muchas the curve of the body as it turns awayWhat locks itself in sameness...

In speaking from the heart, we are as true to our experience as we can solely be. Writing from the heart, for me, has been a form of spiritual practice. Connecting with a place deep within and writing from here has helped to open up the world and my emotions to...

I consider I lost my heart so so "long" ago...it got crashed,burnt into ashes and ashes blown away.Sometimes It seems to get an invisible shape with the love and care friends gives me...in an attempt to build a thin veil..but always ends bursting and emptiness again.
I am capable...

Several times, during the course of my life, I have seen a huge white owl. One time when I was younger, I was on the beach at midnight on a calm moonlight night, with the moon glistening on a calm sea. It was beautiful. I felt a moment of extreme serenity and I looked around and...

For years and years i was stuck in a rut of self pity, i could not give anyone the time of day let alone say nice or kind words to people.
About 2 years ago i decided enough was enough and i started to change my thoughts, the way i saw people, (If i saw someone happy i would go...

deepest of depressions. Everything I touched seemed to turn to dust. Of course, that wasn't true. But that's what depression can do. Create the feeling that we are such complete failures, there is no hope anywhere.Despondency became my best friend... until one day, I simply...

The Door
By Jane Hirshfield
A note waterfalls steadily
through us,
just below hearing.
Or this early light
streaming through dusty glass:
what enters, enters like that,
unstoppable gift.
And yet there is also the other,
the breath-space held between any call...

When you speak from the heart you open yourself up to such pain. Yet, if you try to avoid the pain what does your life/you become but a shell. Don't intentionally want to hurt another person just as I don't want them hurting me. But can't help but daydreaming...

other our hearts know. I speak to your heart ,every moment I crave for your touch.
Knowing Impossible cant be made possible still why heart demands?
It wants to listen to you ..the old familiar talks when you used to call me by my name, used to speak to me in the easy way with...

In my opinion, this is one of the most sensuous, loving and achingly connected poems ever written.
GATE C22
by Ellen Bass
At gate C22 in the Portland airport
a man in a broad-band leather hat kissed
a woman arriving from Orange County.
They kissed and kissed and kissed. Long...

So here it is-the words that I can't say. They're in my mind now. And I want to say them. But I can't because the moment I open my mouth to say them, move my fingers to type them, or pick up the pen to write them, I forget what they are. But I think that we all know what they are...

I worry about young EP women. I see so many posts on EP from young women that break my heart. Perhaps a huge part of what they are writing is pure drama for the sake of being dramatic alone, but, still, it is concerning to me.
So many young women post things like "I don't want...

I have been trying to let my heart. Say what ever that it wants to. That way, it gets a chance to say something. It seems to be working out just fine for me. That is why some of the stories seem to be coming out the way that they have been. Its so nice too listen to me heart. For...

by Derek WalcottThe time will comewhen, with elation,You will greet yourself arrivingAt your own Door, in your own mirror,and each will smile at the other's welcome.And say, sit here, Eat.You will love again the stranger who was your self.Give wine. Give bread. Give back your...

There is a poem “Kindness” by Naomi Shihab Nye that moves me every time I read it. I only discovered this poem in the last month, yet I doubt the wonder of her words will wear off any time soon.Before you know what kindness really isYou must lose things,Feel the future...

I’m in such a funk today! I can’t figure out what it is! Maybe it’s the grey sky? Maybe it’s my hormones? I am way too low on Xanax for comfort which usually makes me edgy! I get anxious and jittery. Today, however I am so blah! I can’t concentrate...

I live and learn. I'm human, not perfect. I've been hurt but im alive. Think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive, to breathe, to think, to enjoy and to chase the things you love. Sometimes there is sadness in the journey, but there is also a lot of beauty. We must...

What is love?
Most of us haven't given the question a single thought. We're brought up to assume Walt Disney had it all figured out with the 'Happily ever afters'. The endless romantic drivel pumped our way only compounds this sense of emptiness that leads us in our continued...

... it will say that things aren't really easy as i thought they would be,
... it will speak words that my mind haven't found int his life of glee,
... it will recite poems of love, of happiness and overwhelming emotions,
... it will talk about truth, about justice and other...

With your magic charm you enticed me I lost my own heart, fell in love with you deeply, with each drop of my blood loved you truly.
But one night changed my life It was a shocking night, some revelation night. That night, I was unable to sleep. I can't really explain to anyone...

Advice For Dealing With The Loss Of A Loved One
Sweety the best way is to allow yourself to feel any emotions that arise, do not rush yourself to feel better soon, and make sure to fill your time with positive activities even if you dont feel like it. Excersise and moving and...

The JourneyBy Mary OliverOne day you finally knewwhat you had to do, and began,though the voices around youkept shoutingtheir bad advice—though the whole housebegan to trembleand you felt the old tugat your ankles“Mend my life!”each voice cried.But you didn’t stop.You...

I once read, " out of the abundance of the heart does the mouth speak.".. since then I try very carefully how I speak to others, speak to my daughters, and speak to myself.....words can be and are often weapons, ....can be ointment on a wound.......variety of other things...

Today I drove a couple of hours to the tiny little town where my dad lives. He’s 87 and has survived two wives; my mother who died of ovarian cancer long ago, and his second wife who died of complications as a result of a traumatic brain injury.My dad’s energy is heavy. His...

People tell me no one ever said life was going to be fair. But then I think to myself yes…but no one ever said life was going to be unfair.But then again, I understand that life needs that balance. Because we would not know happiness without the sadness. I think that is why we...

I’ve been listening to the cicadas all day. Their song is carried from the trees in the small woods that border my back yard, on the breeze, across the lawn, to the giant shade tree that has already begun to lose a few leaves. This last hot spell right on top of the cold spell...

I feel so broken, sad and blue usually, it's because of you. The thinks you say, will remain long after this dreadful day. I shall never forget the way you acted, you care not, the lives you have impacted. You can use me now, and think all is free, but when I am gone, someday you...

You See I Want a Lot by Ranier Maria Rilke
You see, I want a lot.
Perhaps I want everything:
the darkness that comes with every infinite fall
and the shivering blaze of every step up.
So many live on and want nothing,
and are raised to the rank of prince
by the slippery ease...